ALCOHOL AND DRUGS ARE A GREAT REMOVER: THEY
CAN
REMOVE EVERYTHING PRECIOUS IN LIFE!

By:
Craig Van Wyk

I once was lost and very unhappy ... but now I am found. I have
finally reached the place I always desired to find. No - I am not financially
rich. I don't own a big house or a fancy car. You see, all our worldly
possessions mean nothing if we are not truly happy inside. True happiness does
not cost a cent. It's all in the mind. Please allow me to share how I found
true happiness.

I am 37 years old (2010) and I have spent most of my life doing the
wrong things. I was the king of the world as far as I was concerned. Every
single choice you make will have an effect on the rest of your life. How can you
expect something positive to come from something negative? Right will not come
from wrong decisions and wrong actions.

I was lost, but now I am found. I was blind, but now I see. I was
fighting a losing battle with the devil and I believed that I could do as I
pleased and never have to own up to the consequences of my actions. Boy was I
far gone!

They say the biggest lie you can tell is to yourself. I had
reached my lowest point. I had everything and yet I had nothing. I was happily
sad. I knew what I wanted, but I had no idea what I truly needed. I was
not equipped with the right tools to do the job. The harder I searched, the
greater the pain and feeling of being a loser. All along I was fighting my inner-most being. How can you fight yourself? I had a car. I had a wife and three
beautiful children. I had a good job. I thought that's all I needed; my life was
set.

I fought this battle with myself every day. The devil was doing
his work in me. The things that I did could only be of the devil. I did not
stand a chance. Reality did not exist to me. I had no identity and I was
seriously losing the plot.

I would talk to myself - always reminding myself of what a loser
I was. I had it all, yet I thought about ending it all. I was completely alone
and feeling sorry for myself. I had nobody besides my three best friends: The
devil, booze and my drugs. As far as I was concerned, that's all I needed.

I was on a trip, and suddenly I had no brakes! I knew what the
outcome would be but I did not care. I blamed my parents, my wife and kids, my
sisters and my boss. I even blamed my friends for introducing me to the life
style I was in. Hello! I had a choice!

I chose to be alone because everybody hated me, or so I thought.
I had no place to stay, so I slept on my friend's couch. I would have slept in
my car, but by now my car was repossessed. How much more could I take? I knew
what I was doing was wrong and I was hurting everybody around me.

I would drink a bottle of strong cheap vodka everyday by myself,
hoping that I would never wake up. I had a problem, but I chose to do nothing
about it. Like a typical alcoholic, I felt the world owed me a favour and it was
the world's responsibility to help me. I would wake up every day feeling as sick
as a dog. My job suffered and I had to lie every single day. I lived for payday;
then I could start the party all over again.

I did not start in life like this. I drank like normal people. I
never would get drunk, and I would look at alcoholics and say bad things to
them...like, 'I will never be like you.'

But as time grew on ' I would spend every cent I had on alcohol
and drugs. My family suffered; my kids had no food and the electricity would be
cut. Once again I would blame the world. When my money was finished, I would
borrow or pawn something for my next fix.

Why was this happening to me? I came from a good family and I
knew that they loved me. I had all the good guidance and love and attention that
I needed. Where did I go wrong? I felt that people were exaggerating and I was
not as bad as they made me out to be. There are people worse off than me.

I could not be trusted. I was a nothing and a nobody. I felt that
every time I opened my mouth I was talking crap, and nobody cared to listen to
me. I was told on many occasions that I needed help. I was not prepared to let
some stranger tell me how to live my life. I would be on top of the world in
good spirits and the next moment I was down in the dumps. The guilt was
unbearable and I looked in my wife's eyes and I felt nothing. After all, she did
not respect me. I am not surprised that she did not respect me, though at the
time I didn't understand it very clearly. You see, that's what happens when you
live in a dream world. When you tell so many lies that you end up believing your
own lies.

The paranoia was eating me up. I could not show my face in
public, as I was afraid that I either owed you something or I was behaving weird
the last time you saw me. My health began to suffer. My brain was dying and I
could not figure out simple things. These are the choices I made. My body
ached and I would wake up covered in sweat. My body was also covered in a bad
rash. I later found out that my body was telling me that my liver was packing
up. I could hear my heart beating loud. It would sound like it was going to
explode. I would lay with my eyes wide open at 2 a.m. in the morning, starring
at the ceiling ' waiting to die. And once again morning would come and I would
still be here in that miserable world.

Crazy - The
Choices We Make When We Are Bound Up In Alcohol And Drugs

I would find myself in dark scary places in Johannesburg - places
I would not go to if I was sober in broad daylight, yet I did not care. In
fact, there was a part of me that hoped that something would happen to me, but
it never did. Crazy - the choices we make when we are bound up in alcohol and
drugs ' and so far away from God.

I got away with this for a long time, or at least I thought. As
long as nobody knew, I deluded myself thinking I could do this for the rest of
my life. I could not be beaten. I was too clever.

Little did I know everybody was aware of what I was doing that
knew me. I was on a one-way path to self destruction, and in some
self-destructive way, I was enjoying the ride.

During that time, I had good jobs that I left. I walked out on my
wife and kids because I felt they did not understand me, nor did they respect
me. How twisted my thinking was.

They say that one of three things will happen you in the state I
was: Hospital - mad house - or the cemetery. I was in the hospital three times
in a space of one year. I was also mad house material, and if I continued to
carry on my lifestyle, the final outcome was going to be death.

I would watch my friends take drugs and they would always plot
and plan for their next hit. At first, I had no interest in drugs as I had my booze. What
we so easily forget is that if you drink you get drunk. If you get drunk you
lose control of yourself and your actions. You have no limits and you feel
strong and anything goes; there are no limits. You can try your best to convince
yourself that you are in control of your actions but you don't stand a chance.
After I got drunk I could not get any drunker. I would say that drinking bored
me. I tried a bit of weed but that only made me sleep so I quit.

I remember clearly the first time I experimented with drugs. I
was sitting with the older guys and I watched in amazement as their moods
changed. They were pissed drunk and in the next second they were sober after a
puff on a pipe. That night I spent every cent I had in my pocket.

The Craving
Was Never-Ending And The More I Had The More I Wanted

It was like watching magic. I was drunk at the time and I
thought: A
little bit can't do any harm ... I am not an addict like them. I became an
addict the moment I put that pipe to my mouth. I could go for weeks without
smoking. The moment I got drunk I would have to smoke my drugs. Just to sober me
up ... that was my reason at least. I could sit until the sun came up; sleep was
not an option. The craving was never ending and the more I had the more I
wanted. It was a vicious and ugly cycle. I knew that I was dancing with the
devil. I was going crazy and I would sometimes see things; then came the violent
nightmares. I was hooked and there was nothing that I could do. I would drink my
vodka straight out of the bottle and it would do nothing for me.

I would go hungry for three days at a time because I had no
appetite and food made me sick. I was down to 70kgs from 84kgs in a matter of
one month when I was at my worse. I ended up back in hospital and I thought it
was perfect because I did not have to go to work and it gave me a chance to
recover until the next spree. The games I played.

When I was discharged, I would automatically find myself in a
bottle store or at my dealer's house, ready for my next dose of poison. That's
exactly what it is. Why didn't I just quit? My biggest problem was that I
refused to accept that I had a problem -- that my addiction controlled me. I
believed the lie that I was in control.

If there is one thing that is consistent
with addicts ... whether it be alcohol, drugs, food, compulsive spending,
gambling, crime; etc., ... addicts REFUSE to believe that their addiction is
controlling them. The devil will help them come up with all kinds of
rationalizations as to WHY they need to keep giving into whatever they are
addicted to, and remain focused on those lies ... rather than the pure and
simple truth of the matter: "I am being controlled by something that
is trying to destroy me, and I don't have the will-power to stop doing it any
longer."

I was embarrassed. I felt that I was not as bad as the rest
of the guys. That was probably just another lie that I told as I was just like
them. I loved to drink; I felt brave and strong; I was the life the party and
everybody laughed at my jokes. It wasn't long before the same people were
laughing at me. I no longer felt shy and inadequate. I fit in just right. I was home and with people that loved me.
Yet not one of those guys called me when I was lying in a sick bed. Laying in my
sweat and vomit. They were not there to hold my hand.

Our teachers and parents tell us all the time...stay away from
the bad kids. Our typical answer is, 'I will never do the things that they do.'
My answer is ...YOU WILL! My dad was an alcoholic and I swore that I would
never go down that path. (My dad is a shining example to me now and he has been
sober for many years). My point is that you can never say never. You have to be
on guard all the time. Alcohol and drugs don't discriminate; you will get burnt.
I reached the stage where I was prepared to do anything just for a fix.

Why spend time with these guys, unless you are looking for
something? You know that what they are doing is bad so why expose yourself
unless you have ulterior motives? The mind is a strange thing. Treat it bad and
it will treat you bad. Expose it to bad and negative things and that's exactly
what you will become.

The booze and drugs don't discriminate. They will take you no
matter who you are or where you come from. We are all curious as kids and we
hear all the stories of how good it is to get high, and we all listen to the
stories on Monday at school about the drunken parties. There is nothing wrong
with getting up and walking away with your mind intact. Just because you
keep hearing: "Everyone ELSE is doing it, so why don't you JOIN us so you
will fit in; it's GREAT fun!" does NOT mean it is GOOD for you.
In fact, it's the biggest "sales technique" the devil has going for him with
youth.

I cried all the time and my life was out of control; most of all
I was powerless to do anything. The devil had me by his hand and I followed like
a lamb to the slaughter. I was down and out.

I Thought That
My Family Had Deserted Me

I thought that my family had deserted me. I was wrong. That was
my paranoid poisoned mind doing all the thinking for me. My family begged me to
get help and I ended up in a rehab. I did well and I was determined to quit the
booze and drugs; at least I would get my wife and kids back. I would be able to
go home. I did put the bottle and the pipe down with my hand ... but not with my
mind.

I was fine for about two months, and then I was back to my old dance with
the devil -- with my pipe in my right hand and my bottle in my left. This time
I was even worse. I became homeless again and my job suffered. I lost my job
again and I gave up on life again. I was back in the dark, dangerous places. I
was not eating or bathing and I wore the same clothes everyday. I did not care
about anything or anybody. I was crying like a baby again.

This went on for a few months and I found myself back in rehab
living with guys with the same problems/addictions as me. Homeless guys sick
with their bodies covered in sores and smelling really bad.

I was not allowed to leave the premises because I had proven that
I could not be trusted. Imagine a dirty old smelly homeless guy had more
privileges than me because he could be trusted.

I was allowed to bath once a day and I had to boil a pot of water
on the fire first. I could not eat when I wanted to. I could not speak when I
wanted to. I could not have contact with my family. I had to have supervision
when I took my medication as I might take too much ... 'can't be trusted.' I
was allowed 2 cigarettes a day. I had to wake up at 4:30 am to pick up dog crap
and then I had to wash the cars.

Most of my day was spent chopping firewood to make a fire to cook
for 10 grown men who could not help themselves because they were too sick; their
bodies were broken from all the booze and drugs.

I would spend a lot of my time listening to their stories about
their lives and the many times they tried to commit suicide; they had the scars
to prove it. These were men with wives and children. They had good jobs and
came from good homes, just like me. They were judges, doctors, accountants,
policemen, teachers and preachers. The disease is not fussy; anybody is welcome
to the party.

I had reached my lowest point in life. The next level was certain
death. What would my kids hear about me when they grow up? 'His father drank
himself to death.'

Like the typical addict -- I felt sorry for myself and felt the
whole world was against me. 'I am being punished and it's not fair. I am not like
these people and I don't belong here. I have a home with a wife and kids -- they
don't.' I was wrong. I had nothing and I was a nobody ... the choices I made.

All that I owned was in my bag underneath a urine stained
mattress in a rehab.

I Was Arrogant
And Selfish And I Only Thought Of Myself

I was arrogant and selfish and I only thought of myself. Then I
came up with a
plan. I was going to pretend to be healed, then I would go out and drink and do
drugs on the sly. The longer I stayed, the more my eyes were opened. 'I am where I
deserved to be ... stop crying ... pick your head up...you were man enough to
make these wrong choices now be man enough to suffer the consequences ... at
least you are alive.'

The people at the rehab said that I was responsible for myself
and I could leave whenever I felt like it ...they did not care. I was nobody
special.

The days went by. I would watch as the guys would run away, only
to return a few days later worse than before. And so it went on. Some of the
guys would have to leave soon and they had no home to go to. They would go back
to sleeping on the beach and under bridges and in bushes. I had a home ' hello.

As the days went by the shakes and shivers and nightmares also
faded away. I felt a bit stronger. My body would heal. I needed to work on my
mind. All I had was my bad experience; a bible; and another chance to turn my
life around. The Word of God was supposed to help me ... I seriously laughed.

That's because I had no faith and I was negative. That was another
poor
choice I made. Many times when I was drunk or high I would blame God. 'Why
do you allow me to suffer ... what did I do?

Keep in mind -- addicts are so used to believing lies that they
even become addicted to believing that everyone and everything ELSE is the
reason for their being addicted. Addicts are MASTERS at the blame game!
Blaming others helps postpone taking appropriate action to get help for one's
addiction.

I began to read the bible very slowly; not because I necessarily
really wanted to. I had difficulty understanding because of the
damage that I had done to my brain and my thought process. I had a lot of work
to do. I had to do it for myself. Not for my wife and kids or my family.

The average age of those guys was 40 years old and none of them
looked younger than 60. Was this going to happen to me?

I still had my youthful looks and most importantly I was alive. I
finally dawned on me the amount of destruction I had done to myself. I had to
heal myself starting with my soul. The past was in the past.

"God If You DO
Exist ... NOW Is The Time To Reveal Yourself"

I got on my knees and I asked God to show himself.
'If you do exist, now is the time to reveal yourself to me because
I am in deep trouble and I need your help.'

There were no bright lights or the sound of church bells. I was
still all alone. I made a decision there and then ... to live or to die. I
chose life. As simple as that. I did not choose to remain sober or ask my wife
or my family to forgive me. I simply chose life. And I KNEW I could not do
it by myself. I had to start from scratch, but at least this time I had the
right
tools!

It was a Tuesday night and I was still in rehab. That night the
entire group went to church. We were all seated in the front row. In our creased
clothes and our heads shaved, I had a choice ... again a choice. I could choose
to be embarrassed ... or I could choose to embrace the moment and pray really hard
and I knew that if I tried, I would receive a sign. I had no distractions like
the thought of who was watching me, as the church was full. It was just me and
God and I had total control of my mind. I was a broken man

I asked God, 'If I am your child, why
are you allowing me to suffer and why am I being spared. I am a sinner and a bad
one. I don't want to live.'

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks ... there is a reason that I
am still here! I do matter to God! Right there and then I decided to
give my messed up life over to God. For once I was not running away and I was
going to face this challenge head on.

I felt like I was high -- not the high that I was used to. It
was a genuine nice high. All my self-pity disappeared and all the guilt was
gone. I cried like a baby. This time it was tears of joy.

I learned a lot about myself in church that night. Most
importantly ... my life does not belong to me. My life belongs to God, and all I
had been doing is poisoning my body. What about my kids? Will they never get to
see their father? What example am I setting? It's not about me. It's about
what God had created me for, which wasn't to work in conjunction with the
devil to destroy what God had created me for. God created me to be a
vessel of His glory, which is the SAME reason everyone else has been
created. Life everlasting can only be truly enjoyed when we come to the
realization that life isn't about self-pleasure, but it's about GOD-pleasure.
"God - what can I do TODAY to please You?"

The Bible
Teaches Us That It's Never Too Late To Ask For Forgiveness

The bible teaches us that it's never too late to ask for
forgiveness. All the old things and ways are made brand new. I prayed really
hard that night and I can't explain it, but something happened to me. All the
cravings disappeared and I felt no guilt or regrets about by past.

This has been my life for many years ' but I survived when others
didn't. How many of our brothers and sisters are doing the same things that I
did? How many are laying in rehabs and in hospital beds or under a bridge
somewhere? Nobody is safe from this curse. Just do the right thing the first
time and you will see how easy it becomes to do the right thing in future
without stopping to think about it.

We don't have to wait until it's too late. I am no longer the
same arrogant person that I was. I am strong, but I also realize this could happen to me again
tomorrow. Life has no guarantees, but at least I will be prepared because I
have danced with the devil and I got to know him personally. I now know my
enemy and I know how he operates. Truly - he relentlessly tries to find a means
of keeping a person connecting properly with God, to THEN come to the
realization that to have the blessing and favor of God upon their lives - for
ETERNITY - is to live daily making it one's number one goal in life to focus on
what will please GOD.

And if one
tries to daily please God and show no regard for what is contained in the Word
of God - PRIMARILY in the New Testament - they REMAIN in serious denial to what
is most important to God.

Will you
allow me to pass along a little insight? If there is ONE thing Satan wants
you addicted to more than anything ELSE ... it is to be addicted to anything and
everything else but allowing the Holy Spirit to assist you in KNOWING and
APPLYING WISELY God's New Testament Word. Why does Satan fight so
intensely to keep us from wanting to KNOW and daily seek to OBEY God's New
Testament Word? There are actually a number of reasons for Satan to do so
... but his number one reason is to ultimately keep you from receiving maximized
rewards on the Judgment Day. Satan can't stop you from turning your life
over to the Lord Jesus Christ ... be he STILL has been given the ability right
up to the moment you die to keep you from walking in FULL OBEDIENCE to God's
Word ... if you LET Him. You have the power and help from the Holy
Spirit to not allow Satan to do that to you once you turn your life over to
Jesus Christ ... but it is a constant, daily battle to OBEY what is fully
pleasing to God. The New Testament Bible is God's "guide" and "road map"
in HOW we can be assured we are on the CORRECT path to please God. Relying
on any other resource is both a counterfeit and a HUGE hindrance.

Also - Kids: Listen to your parents and stay away from those guys and
girls that think they are in control of their lives and do bad things. You will
get caught. It's only a matter of time.

Parents: Don't ever think that it's too early to speak to your
kids about sex, drugs, alcohol and who knows what else is out there. It's your
responsibility to find out all you need to know about your kids. Know about
their friends; about their friend's parents, and as far back as you can go.
Throw them a curve ball and find out how much they know about drugs and booze
and sex. Don't be scared.

Fathers: God created us to be pillars in our homes. We are
supposed to show strength no matter the circumstances. What are we saying when
we behave the way we do? Our kids are not stupid. They know all about the
things we do. They want to be like us and when they see the crap we do them,
they no longer want to be like us, and they latch on to "the next best thing" and
it could be a bad thing.

Our Kids Are
Lost. Who Is Going To Find Them? The Drug Lords, Or The Friends At
The Bottle Store?

We have to be spiritual leaders to our wives and kids. We don't
have a choice in the matter. Our time has come and gone. We gave up the right
to only think about ourselves the day these kids were conceived. Our kids are
lost. Who is going to find them? The drug lords, or the friends at the bottle
store?

How many times do we ignore our kids because we had a crap day at
work? How many times are we quick to raise our hands to our kids without really
listening to them? When last have we kept our promises to our kids? Simple
promises? How often do we reward our kids when they are naughty?

Fathers we need to teach our kids to be champions -- to be men to
respect themselves and most of all, to respect woman. Most importantly ...
we need to show our children how important God is in our lives. We need to
DEMONSTRATE Christ-likeness to them more than pound "Christianity" down their
throats. Demonstrating Godliness is ALSO the most effective teacher.
Giving our children the proper knowledge is wise - yes - but demonstrating
Godliness to them along with giving them the proper knowledge needs to be our
CONSTANT goal.

Let our kids be proud of us for the right reasons. Let's stop
living our lives through our kids. We had our chance. We as parents don't have
to be scared because if we are truly living our lives correctly, we will not be
afraid of any habits that the kids may pick up in the home. Get the filth out of
our minds and our kids will copy us all the time and it will always be for the
right reasons. Put the bottles down and get rid of the vulgar language. Turn
the TV off and talk to your spouses and kids. Involve them in prayer.
Involving your children in prayer does things in them that nothing else on this
planet will do. Don't use prayer as a means of manipulation either.
Use it for how God intended it to be used. Communication with our Creator.
MEANINGFUL communication with our Creator.

Mothers: Tell your daughters that it's okay to talk about their
bodies and sex issues no matter how old they are. They are finding out about it
by themselves anyway. Make sure they are getting the truth.

Life is full of tough choices. Do the right thing the first
time. The choices we make, no matter how small, eventually have some kind of
effect on our futures. Before you react, ask yourself: 'Am I doing the right
thing? Am I considering the God of my understanding, and most of all, am I
considering the next persons' feelings? Just be nice. This takes a few seconds. Let yesterday stay in the past. There
is nothing you can do about it, other than ask God for forgiveness of poor
choices, and asking Him for help to not keep repeating poor choices.

Every day you wake up and you are given another
chance -- a chance to start all over again. Why do we repeat the mistakes of
yesterday and expect the result to be different? Our kids sit next to us
everyday, admiring us and wanting to be like us more than we often realize. Why should we teach them the
wrong things? Their brains are hungry; let's fill their brains with as much
positivity that we can, and at the same time, we are motivating ourselves.
Think about it.

I have been right to the bottom of a very dark and scary pit that
you don't want to go to. I did not die, but I made it out, because of a CHOICE
that I made, and the grace of God. I chose life. Life with Jesus Christ. The only way I am going is
up and this time I am enjoying the ride. As long as you breathe you will make
choices. I have tried enough booze and drugs for my entire family, so you don't
have to try it. Take my word for it.
If there is anything that you take from
this testimony, begin trusting Jesus Christ to impart to you wisdom when you
make choices. He's more than willing to ' if you'll give Him a chance.
And be patient with Him. You'll come to discover that God's time is rarely
OUR time.

Booze and drugs are excellent removers. They remove your family,
your job, your money, your car, your mind and eventually your life. No matter
how bad things are, believe me, there is always a way out. I am living proof of
this. Trust me - there is not always a quick fix for most of our problems, but
if you quit trusting yourself and begin to trust the Creator, it will begin to
materialize.

I found my answer in God ' in Jesus Christ. He co-created me,
along with God the Father, and God the Holy Spirit. Should He NOT
qualify for giving me wisdom in my decision-making? Can't I be a little patient
when I ask and trust Him for wisdom in my decision-making ability? Can't I
humble myself and realize it's VERY okay to begin walking closer and closer with
my Creator and God, and put my trust in Him to show me which paths to take in
this life?

Surely I can! We ALL can! Does not holy scripture exhort
us to do so?

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own
understanding. Acknowledge Him in all your ways, and he shall direct your
paths.
(Proverbs 3:5-6)

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by the terrible mistakes I've made in the past. It's the LEAST I can do
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to God will determine where you will spend eternity, precious one. Your
decision to be reconciled to God is the most important decision you'll ever make
in this life.

We truly thank each of you who forward these testimonials and ministry writings to others.
Especially to
prisoners! The part the Holy
Spirit has you play is vital in helping win lost soulsand
encouraging and helping believers grow in their relationship with the Lord, and
we can never thank you enough for your help on behalf of our Lord Jesus Christ.

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